yufanita

-zhao yufan

synopsis:: ever since your rough and turbulent break up with your boyfriend, james, he has been determined to prove that he will stop at nothing to get you back; no matter how low he has to stoop. and you swore to yourself that you would never give in. but after multiple intimate altercations between you two at a casual meetup in your mutual friends house, which lead to a situation not even you thought would take place, how will things turn when you finally fall victim to your ex boyfriend’s endless teasing and temptation?

content: miniseries, james x black!fem reader, exes to lovers, lowkey spike and buffy (btvs season 6) inspired/coded with the one sided yearning, reader is in love with james but is really good at hiding it, suggestive content, smutty, implied sex

authors note: omgg guys i felt like i left on an awkward note, this is lowkey kinda shit but i finished this part here cause i feel like nobodys gonna wanna read this far 😭 anyways tell me if u want a prt 3

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his hands inched even deeper up your shorts under your skirt, a gasp leaving your lips as they reached the waistband of your panties, trying your best not to arch into his grip. the more he tried to tease you with his fingers, the more you felt yourself beginning to melt into his touch. the heat of his hand felt electric against your once cold inner thigh, causing a humiliating wetness to start forming inbetween your legs.

you could tell that he had sensed this, as his hand moved downwards to your pussy, patting the soft material of your panties, feeling the wetness of your fluids started to seep through, your thighs clenching together involuntarily.

“god baby, so wet for me”, james spoke, his breath hot and steamy on your neck, the sensation of butterflies flooding your stomach. the nickname baby made your heart skip one too many beats, the immediate nostalgia from your relationship came flooding back. you thought you’d be used to it since even after the break up, he had always given you pet names, such as “love”, “angel” or “sweetheart” . but the “baby” he spoke oh too softly for your already melting heart struck a cord with you heavily, in which he had not used that particular name for a long time.

but despite how heartwarming this touch was, not only did it bring feelings of comfort, but distress and negativity too. you hated how easily you would fold for james; sometimes you felt like he thought that you were easy, like if he eventually tried hard enough, he’d finally get it in with you, and honestly, sometimes, that was what you wanted. you never wanted anything more than to have james kiss you senseless, to have him take your ability to walk and make you scream in all the ways that no other guy could; could but deep down your insecurities about your past relationship with him would never let that happen. you didn’t know whether he truly loved you, or whether he was just playing you to see how far he could take it.

“tell me how much you want this y/n, tell me how much you want my co-“ you jolted up quickly, roughly pushing his hand out of your pants, far enough to knock him backwards to the point where you could frantically clamour for the bathroom door without him pulling you back into his grip. you ran out so fast, you weren’t even bothered to close the door behind you because of how quickly you wanted to get out of there.

your footsteps trudged against the staircase slowly, in the hopes that nobody would question you about what had just happened a few moments before. it was like the atmosphere in the room dropped.

“whats up y/n?”, your friend questioned. “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“like literally”, you heard someone else chime in.

they giggled before you, almost mocking like, clearly unaware of the travesty that you had just experienced upstairs. if they known that you were about moments away from getting finger fucked by james, the whole room would engage in uproar, you thought to yourself. you wanted to chime back, but nothing much came out, nothing that would make you look less suspicious than you clearly already were.

you heard light footsteps behind you, which could have only belonged to james, as the laughter within the group started to simmer down. you couldn’t tell what was more embarrassing; the confused, curious stares directed towards you and james, or the feeling that everyone had started to catch up on what was really going on. a warm, yet soft touch of one of james’ fingers rested lightly on your back, softly stroking the material of your top, trying his best to tease you and make you crack. you were lucky that you and him were stood at a specific angle so that nobody could notice this action, knowing that if anyone did, they would never let it go.

you had thought nobody noticed it, but a few had noticed you tense up when james moved closer towards you on the staircase.

“well this was definitely on my bingo card”, you heard one of the others yell, insinuating that everyone thought you and james had had sex.

“we’re exes, not jackrabbits”, james bit back quickly, a layer of confidence taking over his voice , surprised at how determined he was to keep the last ten minutes a secret as if he wasn’t practically fingering you before.

“riiiight, riiight, riight”, they replied back, clearly unconvinced by his excuse.

you rolled your eyes, trudging down towards the couch as you sat down, releasing a very heavy breath that you didnt even know you were holding in. you noticed james making his way towards his original position, the couch opposite you, giving you a wink as he caught you staring.

you looked away instantly, as a light blush crept onto your face, a strong warmth spreading across your cheeks, as you roughly bit your lip to stop yourself from making any expression.

a sudden vibration on your lap, which could have only been from your phone immediately took your attention. you grabbed it out of your pocket and frantically tapped the screen, just to find one notification from james. you had always thought to delete his number, especially since you and him didn’t talk as much as you used to; but at the same time, since you and him were in the same friendship group, you knew it would be best to get used to the forced proximity between you guys and get used to it.

the text had read “caught you staring ;)”, with a wink at the end. again, the blush that had once faded arose again, like two hot saucers on your cheeks, getting you more hot and bothered than you ever were before. you whipped your head up to face him again, to find his eyes directly laser focused onto you, a smirk plastered on his lips, so smug that you wanted to smack him. why did he have to make you feel like this?

hurriedly, you broke eye contact with him, turning off your phone, shoving it into the side pocket of your skirt, sinking further down into the chair.

“hey, y/n”, your friend whispered next to you. “you’ve been quiet and all night. like zoning out and all that shit. you okay?”

you nodded, forcing a smile through your lips, hoping that she wouldn’t question you any further, because you weren’t in the mood for further drama and speculation about you and james. as far as you were concerned, the night had barely started, and you were already drained.

“is this something to do with you and james?”, she questioned further, your face dropping ever so slightly. you cursed her ever so slightly, shushing her down quietly, praying for her to be quieter, even in spite of how loud the room was. but from this, it had become clear to her. she smirked at you, a small giggle escaping her lips.

“no wonder why your is face so red”, she spoke, pinching your cheek, causing you to lightly slap her hand away.

“its not like that”, you said.

“it so is”, she replied.

“you know, it all makes sense”, she continued. the sneaking off, the eye contact, the touches. i’ll even be surprised if you two haven’t secretly been hooking up”.

“i wouldn’t do that”, you told her, knowing full well that you completely would.

“yes you would, you’re so obsessed with him, not matter how hard you try to hide it. “ she replied.

you rolled your eyes, annoyed at how something that came out of your friends mouth could be so infuriating but so true at the same time.

“see? anyways, speaking of james, what happened when you two were upstairs?”

“not what you think happened.”

“well clearly something did, i mean you two literally looked so suspicious when you guys came downstairs, not to mention the fact that you two came down together.

“that means nothing.”

“yes it does. it means everything. and its not the first time. and even if anything did happen, it’s not anything to feel horrible about”.

your mind went back to the first time you and james had been rumoured to have been hooking up ever since you two split, after a house party in james’ house, which someone had gotten a little too drunk and had managed to get injured after willingly jumping off a balcony in the hopes that he would end up in his big 10 foot pool in his back yard. after that, since he felt like it was his responsibility to take them to the hospital, you had thought that it would be nice for you to go along with him in order to ease the awkwardness between you two and get used to being around him more often. on that night, you and james had come home at three in the morning, which the entire friend group had made sure to make note of, stating that it was suspicious that you and him came home so late, suggesting that you and him booked a hotel to have sex without any interruptions, in which you two denied instantly. from then, you felt like being around him just felt like rehashing an old strange connection.

“it was nothing, just james being as touchy as usual”, you informed her.

“touchy? how touchy?”, she queried, furrowing her brows, assuming there were many things you werent telling her. as her best friend, you felt as if it was necessary to be honest with her from now on; especially since you’ve been lying to her for ages now.

even if you weren’t going to like the outcomes.

you grabbed her up and pulled her to the kitchen, as you could ensure that it was far enough to the point where nobody else could hear the conversation.

“so, when you mentioned james being touchy towards you in the bathroom, how touchy was he? was it like, crazy touchy, or like mild, touchy?”

“well, it was a few moments after i entered the bathroom, he pinned me to the wall, we exchanged words and eventually, he ended up sort of well, fingering me, well almost; i ran away before he could get that far.”

her face turned, a mixture of shock, disgust and curiosity all in one. tmi never existed in your guys’ friendship, in which you could tell eachother the most insane things, but still support one another, no matter how horrible it sounded. she stayed silent for a few moments, still obviously processing the newly found information, her mouth hung open slightly. you didnt know whether she was going to hug you, congratulate you, or further question you on what you just told her, as her expression was incredibly unreadable.

“ fingering?! i knew that tensions were high between you two but fingering is on another level. but, seeing both of you hurry towards the bathroom one after the other was very telling to me, so again, im not surprised. i mean, he looks at you like you’re the only girl in the room. it’s so hot.”

“well, when your ex is still after you months after you two break up and makes it aware of the fact that he still wants you and you still want him, its pretty hard to keep away unscathed for long. and he always gives me those looks; especially today.

“so thats why you snuck off earlier?”

“yeah.”

“how much have i missed? with information like this, i wonder how much other things i dont know that have been going on.”

“well,” you told her, voice cracking a little, knowing that now was time to reveal something even bigger towards her.

“there is one really big thing i haven’t told you”.

“how big?”

“groundbreaking type of big.”

“well,” she said. “go on then.”

“me and james had sex a few months ago after we broke up.”

“WHAT?!”

you nodded, ashamed yet relieved that you finally told her this after ages of lying. it was like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders.

she smiled, quickly pulling you into a hug. you could tell how happy she was as she slowly bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, her hands still resting on your shoulders after she finished hugging you.

“i have soo many questions. how, when, why? and why didn’t you tell me sooner? i mean i get that i get a little crazy everytime i hear new info about you and james, but, i didnt think i was that crazy.”

“well, it was on this one night at a party. things had gone really similar to the way things were tonight, you know, with the sexual tension, a brush of the knee, a shared look. and one thing turned into another and he took me upstairs, and it sort of just, happened.

“no way.”

“yes way.”

“you lost your virginity to james? thats so insane.”

“well, when we were hot and heavy, i got all swept up in the moment, and thats why i didn’t tell you for a few months. i was ashamed of myself, and i hoped that me and him could forget about it. but i felt so guilty not telling you.”

“no wonder why it seemed like you and him left so early. i remember when you didn’t text me that whole night. i assumed that you were getting it in with someone, but i was not expecting it to be james, well not yet anyway.”

you had remembered that night again. you and james had went off to a private room upstairs, one that had clearly been untouched for really long time, and was clearly only used for special occasions. because of this, you knew nobody would find you and him; and you guys used that to your advantage. after a few long hours, or rounds, you and him decided that it was best to leave quickly, especially since the premises had probably already been abandoned or cleaned out. thankfully by that time it was only 2 in the morning, a time early enough to the point where some were still in the house, but also late enough to the point where you guys could leave together and not get questioned. ever since that night, james made it his mission to make you’re you and him got back together. obviously, you never really gave him the time of day.

ever since these few months, all you have been doing is trying to regain your sanity after that one night.

“i’m sorry”. you told her.

“its nothing much to be ashamed of. and either way, you don’t have to tell me your private business all the time, even if we are best friends. but i’m glad that you were comfortable enough to tell me. i wouldn’t want you to ever feel forces or pressured to speak up about something like that, especially if you felt ashamed, y/n.”

she leant in forward, bringing you into a close warm hug, patting her hand along your back, comforting you. you had always loved how she never judged you for your decisions, even if they were horrible in the moment. she was always the most understanding friend you ever had, and sometimes you hated the way you took her for granted.

“i have so much more questions for you. but we should go back to the group, especially since it’s seemed like the movie’s ended. we don’t want them to question anything right? and i swear, i wont breathe a word of this to any soul.”

you nodded slowly, as she grabbed your hand and pulled you back to the living room, letting out a relieved sigh.

-zhao yufan

synopsis: upon stumbling across an old, dilapidated building site on the way home from a night out with your friends, you soon find out that it is the residence of old, cunning vampire, james, the same vampire who has been stalking you for the past 4 years. eventually, whilst exploring his crypt, you find things that surprise even you.

pairing: vampire james x blackfem! human reader

authors note: this part is quite short in comparison to the others lol

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you glared at him, not only repulsed, but disgusted. he reached out his hand towards you, beckoning for you to climb up the ladder with him. for just a moment, you thought to decline his offer, to forget all this had happened and to run home in the hopes that you’d never see him again. but then, on the other hand, you knew that the close proximity that james had kept with your brother deemed your chances of keeping away from him as slim to none. he was a vampire after all, and from what you knew about the supernatural, vampires always had their ways.

again, he wiggled his hand out teasingly, as if he was eager to show you something, like he wanted to trap you in his lair and never let you leave; he had such an inciting demeanor to himself, like every single thing about him had you wanting to find out more, which quickly eradicated your feelings of fear, and turned them into curiousity.

“come on y/n, i dont bite”, he spoke softly. shyly, you slowly took hold of his hand, making sure not to grip onto his palms too tightly in case of any possible risk. you had just taken the easy option; following your long term vampire stalker deeper and deeper into his ominous lair. and from this exact moment, you realised that there was no going back from your choice. “maybe if i play along with him for a few minutes, then maybe i will be safe enough to escape”, you thought to yourself. you couldn’t be bothered to run away. to flee. because you knew that if you tried, the consequences would be more painful than anything else.

once you had finally reached the top of the ladder, you adjusted your dress and heels. coffins surrounded you, along with sculptures of old historic figures, some you recognised from different articles and pictures on the internet, which were held up by big white pillars that stretched all the way up to the ceiling. james had picked up on your curiosity, letting a small smile peek through his expression, admiring how cute you looked with your messy hair and baby pink dress. you turned around to face him, as you started to realise he was eyeing you up. slowly, he started backing you into one of his coffins.

with every few steps you took backward, he took more and more lunges forward towards you, like a predator finally getting ready to claim its prey. at this point, you thought that if he’d gotten any closer to you, he would have bitten you by now. “j-james”, you spoke. “what are you doing?”, voice riddled with nerves.

“this”, a voice spoke from behind you. before you could turn, without warning, a blinding, crackling snap spread against your lower back, the electric sensation of volts coursing through your veins, accompanied by a high pitched buzz. a scream erupted through your lungs, as your knees fell weak, and gave in. you dropped to the ground, falling against one of james’ coffins, head upright, weakened and unable to stand up.

-zhao yufan

synopsis: upon stumbling across an old, dilapidated building site on the way home from a night out with your friends, you soon find out that it is the residence of old, cunning vampire, james, the same vampire who has been stalking you for the past 4 years. eventually, whilst exploring his crypt, you find things that surprise even you.

pairing: vampire james x black fem! human reader, suggestive themes

authors note: this is lowkey kinda fast paced and clunky, but im working on my writing 😭

inspired by buffy the vampire slayer when buffy found a big shrine of pictures of her that spike made 😭😭

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you were never quite the biggest fan of shortcuts, but after your best friend had recommended a more quick and easy route to reach home that didnt involve having to walk endlessly for 45 minutes, you knew it would be hard to resist that incredibly tempting opportunity.

you couldnt help but be angry at yourself, that you allowed yourself to stay out so late to the point where there were no signs of transport to take home. no buses, no taxis, no nothing. your brother had even warned you. after you looked up from your phone before you left the party to find 20 missed calls from him, you knew you had overstepped your boundaries instantly, and was going to get a huge scolding when you returned home.

you dragged yourself along the walkway, the silver moon illuminating the tiles ahead of you. it was quite chilly this night, the weather never failing to remind you that you should have worn something less revealing, the slit on your dress uplifting every few moments to reveal your thighs, in which you had to use your scarf to cover it up. luckily enough for yourself, nobody was around for miles to witness this travesty.

thankfully, your trust within your friend was validated as your felt yourself inching closer and closer to your home, as the more familiar buildings and houses began to become more visible in sight. the street lamps, which were still turned on, being the only form of nightlife left, in comparison to all the closed restaraunts with dimmed lights and unopened windows. you let out a deep sigh of relief, your lungs inhaling the fresh, crisp autumn air. you were finally safe.

suddenly, a twig snapped in the distance. you snapped around rapidly, scanning the scenery for any signs of life around you. a small, yet swift figure zoomed past into the forest ahead of you, almost as if it was afraid of something behind it. it had been close enough to you for long enough to make out the shape of a small stray dog.

you were always a big animal lover. dogs, cats, the whole lot. due to this, you had pondered on whether or not to investigate what was going on; because by the looks of it, the thought of you knowing that you were willingly letting a stray dog become endangered without helping it rubbed you the completely wrong way. but then again, you had also remembered the fact that it was a necessity for you to head home.

as you considered the fact that you were almost home anyway, you realised that a few minutes of exploring a forest to save an endangered stray dog wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. and with that, you made a right, and hauled yourself towards the forest.

soil had already coated the entirety of your heels, burrowing deep into your toes. you had soon realised that these really weren’t a suitable choice of footwear that should be used to explore a forest late at night, whether or whether not you had just been partying an hour before. carefully, you braced yourself with every few steps. trudging through through the forest, taking long strides over the damaged vegetation and broken trees. absolutely no visible evidence of the stray dog that had once zoomed past you on the main road could be found within this forest.

you searched through bushes, through trees, though tree logs, for what felt like hours. it had even gotten so extreme to the point where your once glamorous bun, had shrivelled up into a sweaty, unclean mess around your head. you had been so confused at this point; it had led you to wonder whether you had been hallicinating this entire time, or whether what you had experienced was genuinely real. and the deeper you entered into the forest, the more you started losing your sanity.

you had reached a large patch of greenery that was disconnected from the rest, swarmed with tall, overgrown branches and brambles, looking so out of place, nothing like the rest of the forest. it was an open space, darker and more gloomy, surrounded by aged, greyish grasses. it stretched into densely tangled structure, almost houselike. with curiosity getting the best of you, you had walked around it, searching for any nooks and crannies, within some of the empty holes.

surprisingly enough, an open space, free of all brambles and thorns, housed a worn out, rusted lone door, slightly ajar enough to the point where a small beam of moonlight shone through. you pressed your ear closely against the wood, listening in for any noises. silence. with a shaky hand, you gently pushed the door open, ensuring that it wouldnt collide with the wall next to it, revealing you as a disrespectful intruder for any possible inhabitants of this area. a short black staircase was revealed ahead of you, leading into what seemed like a basement like structure. you couldn’t really see much from where you stood; so you knew that if you really wanted to explore what lay before you, you would need to go further in. way further in.

you placed one foot on a stair, testing its stability to ensure that you wouldn’t fall through. nothing. you placed your other foot on the stair and stood still for a few seconds, making sure to shift your entire weight onto it, testing the waters. nothing again. as you were around ninety nine percent sure that walking on this staircase wasn’t a free death trap, you made your way down cautiously, stopping every few moments to make sure that you were stable enough on your heels.

once you had finally made it all the way down, you looked around in awe. an orange light illuminated the entire room, contrasting well with a little brown bookshelf adorned with many books of different shapes. a little candle lay next to it, the wax incredibly worn out, pretty much melted, with its flame still unblown, which was probably where the warm, earthy cinnamon scent was coming from. it all seemed like a facade to house something more secretive; as it was impossible to hide the crumbling stone ceilings, dirty cobwebs, and thick layers of dust in some corners. no matter how strong the cinammon scent was, it was no match for the pungent, metallic scent of blood that was destroying your nostrils. it was as if this place had been around for decades with how old and tattered some of these features were.

it had been nothing like any ordinary house, no windows, blocking out any and all forms of sunlight, isolated from the rest of humanity in a little crook seperated from the rest of a dingy little forest in the middle of a small town. quite predatory in a sense, especially with the fact that it looked ten times bigger on the inside than it did on the outside.

you walked further and further forward, scanning the scenery for anything else that peaked your interest, finding it hard to look for anything else that was worthy of fascinating you. old music records, aged wine bottles, old decor took up places on shelves and cupboards. nothing else took your attention other than a big, long beige cloak that took up a large corner. it was almost as if it was hiding many things beneath it, as you found it incredibly unconventional for a person to have a big cloak covering a small section of their house. at one point you didn’t even want to look under there; wondering whether you would find something completely frightening that would be a sign for you to run out right now and return home, or whether it was something that would ensure that your visit lasts a little bit longer. but this area felt entirely different from everywhere else.

slowly, you held onto the material, the feeling rough and sandpaper like within your hand. the material was decaying, old and tattered, and slightly heavy. with a small light tug, you pulled it down, your heart suddnely stopping with a sharp panging in your stomach. you stood in awe, baffled by what lay in front of you. what was strange once, had become a thousand times stranger.

pictures of you, printed and hand drawn were scattered across the wall; some in black and white, some coloured. but not only that. old clothes that went missing in the past, for example, your blue cashmere sweater, and even your old baby pink panties that you once had.

it had been a huge question as to who would have had even been as downright disgusting and obsessive enough to even go to the extreme lengths of having to steal your clothes. well, one person would.

taken aback, you stumbled backwards slowly. you knew you had overstayed your welcome. you had cursed yourself, wished that you hadn’t been as curious enough as to enter a crazy, creepy stalkers lair. but thankful enough to know that you had a target on your back, and you needed to watch out for it. maybe it would have been better if you had just headed straight home after all.

as you were about to run off for good, you felt a sharp, strong small attack your nose, a string small of cologne and aftershave, easily distinguishable throughout the smell of blood and cinammon. it seemed to be from way above you. and from that moment forward, it had become clear that house were not alone in this house.

“see anything interesting?”, a sharp masculine voice boomed throughout the scenery, commanding and cocky.

you looked up quickly, a man looming above you, standing tall and confident. a smirk riddled his face, as if he knew what he was doing. he realised he had just gotten caught by you. but by his expression, he didn’t care. not one bit. by now, you had just realised it. he was the perpetrator behind all of this. no wonder his face was so familiar.

james.

the crazy, impulsive, egotistical vampire that had been in love with you for years. a close friend of your brothers. you had met him before. he had always seemed quite too friendly towards you in every single case; he was touchy, overprotective and posessive, but you would have never thought he would stoop as low as to do this. but it had all made sense.

your brother had obviously invited him into your guys’ house, as he was a vampire. he had told you and your brother of his identity as a vampire years ago; you were quite freaked out at the possibility of a supernatural being having full access to tour house at any given time of any minute, hour and day. but your brother was so particularly fond of him, and he was strangely nice and caring to you.

sometimes when you weren’t at home, your brother and him would meet up. it had become obvious now that that was how some of your clothes went missing: he had been using your brother to get to you this whole time.

-zhao yufan

synopsis: upon stumbling across an old, dilapidated building site on the way home from a night out with your friends, you soon find out that it is the residence of old, cunning vampire, james, the same vampire who has been stalking you for the past 4 years. eventually, whilst exploring his crypt, you find things that surprise even you.

pairing: vampire james x black fem! human reader, suggestive themes

authors note: this is lowkey kinda fast paced and clunky, but im working on my writing 😭 also prt2 of this coming out very soon

inspired by buffy the vampire slayer when buffy found a big shrine of pictures of her that spike made 😭😭

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you were never quite the biggest fan of shortcuts, but after your best friend had recommended a more quick and easy route to reach home that didnt involve having to walk endlessly for 45 minutes, you knew it would be hard to resist that incredibly tempting opportunity.

you couldnt help but be angry at yourself, that you allowed yourself to stay out so late to the point where there were no signs of transport to take home. no buses, no taxis, no nothing. your brother had even warned you. after you looked up from your phone before you left the party to find 20 missed calls from him, you knew you had overstepped your boundaries instantly, and was going to get a huge scolding when you returned home.

you dragged yourself along the walkway, the silver moon illuminating the tiles ahead of you. it was quite chilly this night, the weather never failing to remind you that you should have worn something less revealing, the slit on your dress uplifting every few moments to reveal your thighs, in which you had to use your scarf to cover it up. luckily enough for yourself, nobody was around for miles to witness this travesty.

thankfully, your trust within your friend was validated as your felt yourself inching closer and closer to your home, as the more familiar buildings and houses began to become more visible in sight. the street lamps, which were still turned on, being the only form of nightlife left, in comparison to all the closed restaraunts with dimmed lights and unopened windows. you let out a deep sigh of relief, your lungs inhaling the fresh, crisp autumn air. you were finally safe.

suddenly, a twig snapped in the distance. you snapped around rapidly, scanning the scenery for any signs of life around you. a small, yet swift figure zoomed past into the forest ahead of you, almost as if it was afraid of something behind it. it had been close enough to you for long enough to make out the shape of a small stray dog.

you were always a big animal lover. dogs, cats, the whole lot. due to this, you had pondered on whether or not to investigate what was going on; because by the looks of it, the thought of you knowing that you were willingly letting a stray dog become endangered without helping it rubbed you the completely wrong way. but then again, you had also remembered the fact that it was a necessity for you to head home.

as you considered the fact that you were almost home anyway, you realised that a few minutes of exploring a forest to save an endangered stray dog wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. and with that, you made a right, and hauled yourself towards the forest.

soil had already coated the entirety of your heels, burrowing deep into your toes. you had soon realised that these really weren’t a suitable choice of footwear that should be used to explore a forest late at night, whether or whether not you had just been partying an hour before. carefully, you braced yourself with every few steps. trudging through through the forest, taking long strides over the damaged vegetation and broken trees. absolutely no visible evidence of the stray dog that had once zoomed past you on the main road could be found within this forest.

you searched through bushes, through trees, though tree logs, for what felt like hours. it had even gotten so extreme to the point where your once glamorous bun, had shrivelled up into a sweaty, unclean mess around your head. you had been so confused at this point; it had led you to wonder whether you had been hallicinating this entire time, or whether what you had experienced was genuinely real. and the deeper you entered into the forest, the more you started losing your sanity.

you had reached a large patch of greenery that was disconnected from the rest, swarmed with tall, overgrown branches and brambles, looking so out of place, nothing like the rest of the forest. it was an open space, darker and more gloomy, surrounded by aged, greyish grasses. it stretched into densely tangled structure, almost houselike. with curiosity getting the best of you, you had walked around it, searching for any nooks and crannies, within some of the empty holes.

surprisingly enough, an open space, free of all brambles and thorns, housed a worn out, rusted lone door, slightly ajar enough to the point where a small beam of moonlight shone through. you pressed your ear closely against the wood, listening in for any noises. silence. with a shaky hand, you gently pushed the door open, ensuring that it wouldnt collide with the wall next to it, revealing you as a disrespectful intruder for any possible inhabitants of this area. a short black staircase was revealed ahead of you, leading into what seemed like a basement like structure. you couldn’t really see much from where you stood; so you knew that if you really wanted to explore what lay before you, you would need to go further in. way further in.

you placed one foot on a stair, testing its stability to ensure that you wouldn’t fall through. nothing. you placed your other foot on the stair and stood still for a few seconds, making sure to shift your entire weight onto it, testing the waters. nothing again. as you were around ninety nine percent sure that walking on this staircase wasn’t a free death trap, you made your way down cautiously, stopping every few moments to make sure that you were stable enough on your heels.

once you had finally made it all the way down, you looked around in awe. an orange light illuminated the entire room, contrasting well with a little brown bookshelf adorned with many books of different shapes. a little candle lay next to it, the wax incredibly worn out, pretty much melted, with its flame still unblown, which was probably where the warm, earthy cinnamon scent was coming from. it all seemed like a facade to house something more secretive; as it was impossible to hide the crumbling stone ceilings, dirty cobwebs, and thick layers of dust in some corners. no matter how strong the cinammon scent was, it was no match for the pungent, metallic scent of blood that was destroying your nostrils. it was as if this place had been around for decades with how old and tattered some of these features were.

it had been nothing like any ordinary house, no windows, blocking out any and all forms of sunlight, isolated from the rest of humanity in a little crook seperated from the rest of a dingy little forest in the middle of a small town. quite predatory in a sense, especially with the fact that it looked ten times bigger on the inside than it did on the outside.

you walked further and further forward, scanning the scenery for anything else that peaked your interest, finding it hard to look for anything else that was worthy of fascinating you. old music records, aged wine bottles, old decor took up places on shelves and cupboards. nothing else took your attention other than a big, long beige cloak that took up a large corner. it was almost as if it was hiding many things beneath it, as you found it incredibly unconventional for a person to have a big cloak covering a small section of their house. at one point you didn’t even want to look under there; wondering whether you would find something completely frightening that would be a sign for you to run out right now and return home, or whether it was something that would ensure that your visit lasts a little bit longer. but this area felt entirely different from everywhere else.

slowly, you held onto the material, the feeling rough and sandpaper like within your hand. the material was decaying, old and tattered, and slightly heavy. with a small light tug, you pulled it down, your heart suddnely stopping with a sharp panging in your stomach. you stood in awe, baffled by what lay in front of you. what was strange once, had become a thousand times stranger.

pictures of you, printed and hand drawn were scattered across the wall; some in black and white, some coloured. but not only that. old clothes that went missing in the past, for example, your blue cashmere sweater, and even your old baby pink panties that you once had.

it had been a huge question as to who would have had even been as downright disgusting and obsessive enough to even go to the extreme lengths of having to steal your clothes. well, one person would.

taken aback, you stumbled backwards slowly. you knew you had overstayed your welcome. you had cursed yourself, wished that you hadn’t been as curious enough as to enter a crazy, creepy stalkers lair. but thankful enough to know that you had a target on your back, and you needed to watch out for it. maybe it would have been better if you had just headed straight home after all.

as you were about to run off for good, you felt a sharp, strong small attack your nose, a string small of cologne and aftershave, easily distinguishable throughout the smell of blood and cinammon. it seemed to be from way above you. and from that moment forward, it had become clear that house were not alone in this house.

“see anything interesting?”, a sharp masculine voice boomed throughout the scenery, commanding and cocky.

you looked up quickly, a man looming above you, standing tall and confident. a smirk riddled his face, as if he knew what he was doing. he realised he had just gotten caught by you. but by his expression, he didn’t care. not one bit. by now, you had just realised it. he was the perpetrator behind all of this. no wonder his face was so familiar.

james.

the crazy, impulsive, egotistical vampire that you had known for years. a close friend of your brothers. you had met him before. he had always seemed quite too friendly towards you in every single case; he was touchy, overprotective and posessive, but you would have never thought he would stoop as low as to do this. but it had all made sense.

your brother had obviously invited him into your guys’ house, as he was a vampire. he had told you and your brother of his identity as a vampire years ago; you were quite freaked out at the possibility of a supernatural being having full access to tour house at any given time of any minute, hour and day. but your brother was so particularly fond of him, and he was strangely nice and caring to you.

sometimes when you weren’t at home, your brother and him would meet up. it had become obvious now that that was how some of your clothes went missing: he had been using your brother to get to you this whole time.

-zhao yufan

synopsis:: ever since your rough and turbulent break up with your boyfriend, james, he has been determined to prove that he will stop at nothing to get you back; no matter how low he has to stoop. and you swore to yourself that you would never give in. but after multiple intimate altercations between you two at a casual meetup in your mutual friends house, which lead to a situation not even you thought would take place, how will things turn when you finally fall victim to your ex boyfriend’s endless teasing and temptation?

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content: miniseries, james x black!fem reader, exes to lovers, lowkey spike and buffy (btvs season 6) inspired/coded with the one sided yearning, reader is in love with james but is really good at hiding it, suggestive content, smutty, implied sex

you hadn’t even stepped one foot into the house yet, but first thing you hear are loud shrieks of excitement and happiness, only to be met with your best friend engulfing you in a large warm hug. this had been one of a thousand meetups between you and your friend group, so you had gotten used to her unusual but welcoming greetings.

she took off your coat and laid it on the coat hanger, next to the shoes and the radiator and dragged you into her living room abruptly, eager for you to join the others.

due to the swift pace you two were moving at, you felt yourself stumble into the living room awkwardly, only to be met with multiple pairs of eyes switching their focus from the TV screen ahead of them to you and your best friend. their expressions quickly switched from confusion to laughter, as they all welcomed you in as you took a place on the couch.

as the movie blared on the TV screen, the room was bustling with conversation. some conversations involved latest celeb drama and discussions about recent music that had been released by your guys’ favourite artists. and other conversations involving new tv shows that all of you had been planning to bingewatch after the movie had finished.

you had really admired how your friend group had always managed to have fun, even whilst doing the most boring things. you figured that it was beneficial for you: trying to keep your mind busy would help you try to ignore the elephant in the room. the incredibly tall, handsome, built, muscular elephant. james. your ex-boyfriend. every few minutes whilst you were trying to focus on the movie you would feel his eyes on you, never changing direction, almost as if he was analysing every single interaction you were having and every movement you would make. he had always been like this ever since you broke up with him, more needy and obsessive every single time you made it clear you would never give into his temptation. although you did give in. a lot. and thats why you tried so hard to stay away from him. and that only amplified his desires for you.

you had remembered when a guy had walked up to you after watching a film in the cinema and asked for your number, only to find james appear out of nowhere and scare him away, stating that you were “taken” and “seeing someone” else, which you completely weren’t. you knew that if it was anyone else in your friend group who ever dared to take an opportunity to go out on a date with a guy, you’d resent them for it. but due to the fact that it was james, you found it hard to argue and be mad at him, because deep down, you loved that he still cared for you after the break up. you loved how deeply overposessive he was over you. because you felt the same: but you knew that you could never show it. he claimed that every single guy who tried to get in your pants was “too inferior for you”, and you were “too good” for them. in other words, james knew only he was worthy of being with you. like everyone knew, his ego was as big as his pride.

everyone in the friend group knew the history between you and him, and how he still loved you, and how it was so clear to everyone except you that you still wanted him; badly.

you looked up from the pillow on your lap to find james staring directly at you, gaze unwavering; almost with a certain sense of hunger and passion. his eye contact was so intense to the point where you felt like at any moment, he’d grab you and pull you upstairs, and finally have his way with you. you’ve found him staring at you before, but never this intense. it was as if he was a completely different person this evening, like he was about to pounce at you any second. and you knew this from the way his brown orbs glared deeply at yours, burning into your skull.

the longer you kept your eyes on him, the more memories that came flooding back of your past relationship with him. the amazing dates, the late night outings, the way that he would throw stones at your bedroom window during the evening to get your attention, the music playlists he would make. he would state how every single song would remind you of him, and how he listened to it whilst thinking of you all the time. even you couldn’t deny that you had listened to it every single night ever since you two split up.

but that all came crashing down when you and him decided to take a break after you two mutually agreed to focus on bettering yourselves as young adults.

you abruptly broke eye contact with james, standing up from your position on the couch, and headed upstairs to the bathroom to cool off. you had told everyone you had just needed to take a short bathroom break, but in reality you needed to regather yourself after what had just happened. as everyone seemed to fall for your excuse, james knew you were lying. he always knew what was going on with you.

you cracked open the bathroom door, the yellow florescent light reflecting into the mirror. you stared into it for a few seconds, trying to recollect yourself after you had caught james staring at you. you felt your heart race the more you were thinking about it, how hot he looked, and how attractive he was when he was needy for you. sometimes you were so ashamed at how easy it was for him to drive you crazy, whilst he was probably sitting down chuckling to himself at how he yet again succeeded in flustering you despite doing barely anything.

grabbing a stray piece of tissue from the tissue roll placed beside you, you turned on the tap and wiped some of your mascara off, as you figured it was best to: you couldn’t tell whether it was the burning light in the bathroom getting to you or if it was the fact that your mascara felt more heavy today than on normal days. it probably would have started to run off already, especially with the amount of pent up emotion and stress you’re feeling right now with james.

as you lowered your head down into the basin, you heard a small silent creak, incredibly quiet; but just loud enough to the point where you could hear it, of the bathroom door. you turned off the tap and looked back up into the mirror, just to find james looming ominously behind you, his tall figure practically swallowing you whole. suddenly, you felt him place his big hands on either side of your waist, his head dipping deeply into the crook of your neck, planting slow, soft kisses against the nape of your neck, slightly sucking at the skin with every few kisses he placed. your fingers shrivelled up into fists, your neck becoming more and more sensitive each second.

you tried to wriggle out of his firm hold, but no matter hard you tried, you knew you were never a match for his strength. he switched from your neck to your ear and whispered coldly.

why would you leave so soon”, he uttered; his tone cocky, but fascinated, almost as if he wanted something from you.

“i had to get some air, its really warm downstairs”, you replied, crossing your right leg over your left, hoping he wouldn’t see through the obvious lie you told.

“i could help you cool off if you want”, he said, obviously being quick to flirt with you at any given chance.

suddenly, he seperated your thighs aggressively, turning you around quickly to face him, your faces now so close, so close to the point where if you ever made the mistake of moving at least one centimetre further, you would kiss him.

why are you doing this”, you asked him.

“because you want me”, he replied.

“no, i dont”.

“yes you do”.

“no, i dont.”

“thats not what your body was telling me that one night”, he snapped back, quick and sharp, leaving you speechless.

your mind drifted back to that one night, where james had gone slightly too far with the teasing, and you had folded for him a little too easily, which led to you and him having sex that night. the first time you and him slept together ever since the break up. after that, you avoided him like the plague. you wouldn’t touch him, kiss him, or even breathe next to him. despite how many times that one night crossed your mind, you never dared to tell anyone, because there was nothing to tell. you knew that you would never live it down if anyone knew. no matter how much you hated yourself for giving into him that night, you knew nobody could make you feel as good as he did.

you tried to hard to make a catty remark, to hit him, or to tell him how attractively insufferable he was. but nothing came out.

“cat got your tongue?”, he asked. “funny, because you weren’t that silent when you slept with me that night.

you raised your hand to smack him, and he swiftly caught it, his reflexes sharp and quick, like a cat. he grabbed your waist and slammed you against the wall, raising your arms above your head.

“imagine what would happen if anyone knew”, he said, as his hand travelled under your thigh, stroking up and down at the skin, his hands high enough to the point where he was touching your shorts.

that was when you knew, you thought to yourself, that tonight was going to be a long night.

-zhao yufan

synopsis:: ever since your rough and turbulent break up with your boyfriend, james, he has been determined to prove that he will stop at nothing to get you back; no matter how low he has to stoop. and you swore to yourself that you would never give in. but after multiple intimate altercations between you two at a casual meetup in your mutual friends house, which lead to a situation not even you thought would take place, how will things turn when you finally fall victim to your ex boyfriend’s endless teasing and temptation?

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content: miniseries, james x black!fem reader, exes to lovers, lowkey spike and buffy (btvs season 6) inspired/coded with the one sided yearning, reader is in love with james but is really good at hiding it, suggestive content, smutty, implied sex

you hadn’t even stepped one foot into the house yet, but first thing you hear are loud shrieks of excitement and happiness, only to be met with your best friend engulfing you in a large warm hug. this had been one of a thousand meetups between you and your friend group, so you had gotten used to her unusual but welcoming greetings.

she took off your coat and laid it on the coat hanger, next to the shoes and the radiator and dragged you into her living room abruptly, eager for you to join the others.

due to the swift pace you two were moving at, you felt yourself stumble into the living room awkwardly, only to be met with multiple pairs of eyes switching their focus from the TV screen ahead of them to you and your best friend. their expressions quickly switched from confusion to laughter, as they all welcomed you in as you took a place on the couch.

as the movie blared on the TV screen, the room was bustling with conversation. some conversations involved latest celeb drama and discussions about recent music that had been released by your guys’ favourite artists. and other conversations involving new tv shows that all of you had been planning to bingewatch after the movie had finished.

you had really admired how your friend group had always managed to have fun, even whilst doing the most boring things. you figured that it was beneficial for you: trying to keep your mind busy would help you try to ignore the elephant in the room. the incredibly tall, handsome, built, muscular elephant. james. your ex-boyfriend. every few minutes whilst you were trying to focus on the movie you would feel his eyes on you, never changing direction, almost as if he was analysing every single interaction you were having and every movement you would make. he had always been like this ever since you broke up with him, more needy and obsessive every single time you made it clear you would never give into his temptation. although you did give in. a lot. and thats why you tried so hard to stay away from him. and that only amplified his desires for you.

you had remembered when a guy had walked up to you after watching a film in the cinema and asked for your number, only to find james appear out of nowhere and scare him away, stating that you were “taken” and “seeing someone” else, which you completely weren’t. you knew that if it was anyone else in your friend group who ever dared to take an opportunity to go out on a date with a guy, you’d resent them for it. but due to the fact that it was james, you found it hard to argue and be mad at him, because deep down, you loved that he still cared for you after the break up. you loved how deeply overposessive he was over you. because you felt the same: but you knew that you could never show it. he claimed that every single guy who tried to get in your pants was “too inferior for you”, and you were “too good” for them. in other words, james knew only he was worthy of being with you. like everyone knew, his ego was as big as his pride.

everyone in the friend group knew the history between you and him, and how he still loved you, and how it was so clear to everyone except you that you still wanted him; badly.

you looked up from the pillow on your lap to find james staring directly at you, gaze unwavering; almost with a certain sense of hunger and passion. his eye contact was so intense to the point where you felt like at any moment, he’d grab you and pull you upstairs, and finally have his way with you. you’ve found him staring at you before, but never this intense. it was as if he was a completely different person this evening, like he was about to pounce at you any second. and you knew this from the way his brown orbs glared deeply at yours, burning into your skull.

the longer you kept your eyes on him, the more memories that came flooding back of your past relationship with him. the amazing dates, the late night outings, the way that he would throw stones at your bedroom window during the evening to get your attention, the music playlists he would make. he would state how every single song would remind you of him, and how he listened to it whilst thinking of you all the time. even you couldn’t deny that you had listened to it every single night ever since you two split up.

but that all came crashing down when you and him decided to take a break after you two mutually agreed to focus on bettering yourselves as young adults.

you abruptly broke eye contact with james, standing up from your position on the couch, and headed upstairs to the bathroom to cool off. you had told everyone you had just needed to take a short bathroom break, but in reality you needed to regather yourself after what had just happened. as everyone seemed to fall for your excuse, james knew you were lying. he always knew what was going on with you.

you cracked open the bathroom door, the yellow florescent light reflecting into the mirror. you stared into it for a few seconds, trying to recollect yourself after you had caught james staring at you. you felt your heart race the more you were thinking about it, how hot he looked, and how attractive he was when he was needy for you. sometimes you were so ashamed at how easy it was for him to drive you crazy, whilst he was probably sitting down chuckling to himself at how he yet again succeeded in flustering you despite doing barely anything.

grabbing a stray piece of tissue from the tissue roll placed beside you, you turned on the tap and wiped some of your mascara off, as you figured it was best to: you couldn’t tell whether it was the burning light in the bathroom getting to you or if it was the fact that your mascara felt more heavy today than on normal days. it probably would have started to run off already, especially with the amount of pent up emotion and stress you’re feeling right now with james.

as you lowered your head down into the basin, you heard a small silent creak, incredibly quiet; but just loud enough to the point where you could hear it, of the bathroom door. you turned off the tap and looked back up into the mirror, just to find james looming ominously behind you, his tall figure practically swallowing you whole. suddenly, you felt him place his big hands on either side of your waist, his head dipping deeply into the crook of your neck, planting slow, soft kisses against the nape of your neck, slightly sucking at the skin with every few kisses he placed. your fingers shrivelled up into fists, your neck becoming more and more sensitive each second.

you tried to wriggle out of his firm hold, but no matter hard you tried, you knew you were never a match for his strength. he switched from your neck to your ear and whispered coldly.

“why would you leave so soon”, he uttered; his tone cocky, but fascinated, almost as if he wanted something from you.

“i had to get some air, its really warm downstairs”, you replied, crossing your right leg over your left, hoping he wouldn’t see through the obvious lie you told.

“i could help you cool off if you want”, he said, obviously being quick to flirt with you at any given chance.

suddenly, he seperated your thighs aggressively, turning you around quickly to face him, your faces now so close, so close to the point where if you ever made the mistake of moving at least one centimetre further, you would kiss him.

“why are you doing this”, you asked him, the tone in your voice raising, the nerves in your body starting to raise.

“because you want me”, he replied.

“no, i dont”.

“yes you do”.

“no, i dont.”

“thats not what your body was telling me that one night”, he snapped back, quick and sharp, leaving you speechless.

your mind drifted back to that one night, where james had gone slightly too far with the teasing, and you had folded for him a little too easily, which led to you and him having sex that night. the first time you and him slept together ever since the break up. after that, you avoided him like the plague. you wouldn’t touch him, kiss him, or even breathe next to him. despite how many times that one night crossed your mind, you never dared to tell anyone, because there was nothing to tell. you knew that you would never live it down if anyone knew. no matter how much you hated yourself for giving into him that night, you knew nobody could make you feel as good as he did.

you tried to hard to make a catty remark, to hit him, or to tell him how attractively insufferable he was. but nothing came out.

“cat got your tongue?”, he asked. “funny, because you weren’t that silent when you slept with me that night.

you raised your hand to smack him, and he swiftly caught it, his reflexes sharp and quick, like a cat. he grabbed your waist and slammed you against the wall, raising your arms above your head.

“imagine what would happen if anyone knew”, he said, as his hand travelled under your thigh, stroking up and down at the skin, his hands high enough to the point where he was touching your shorts.

that was when you knew, you thought to yourself, that tonight was going to be a long night.

eom seonghyeon part 3

synopsis: a few weeks after your hot new debut in global girl group “twice”, under hybe labels, you find cortis’ incredibly talented and handsome main vocalist eom seonghyeon lurking in one of the practice rooms after hours, leading to the most crazy interaction between you two that not even you yourself could imagine.

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content ideas: blackfem!idol reader, idol!seonghyeon, seonghyeon really likes reader,seonghyeon really obsessed with reader, lots of tension, reader lowkey downbad but she tries to be nonchalant

finally, the day had drawn to a close. your respective groups had said their final goodbyes, with phone numbers exchanged and new friendships formed.

yet again, just like at the start of the day, you and seonghyeon had been yet to share one word to one another. whether it was willful ignorance or just pure hatred towards you; you tried not to care anymore. whilst one potential friendship had been lost; you gained another, keonho. one that you’d never expected after today.

you and your group had made it out of the practice room, the hallway bustling with conversation and excitement after the jam packed and eventful day you guys had just experienced. you tried your hardest to out on a brave face, but unlike all the others, you just couldn’t bring it within yourself to be happy.

from conversations about newly formed connections to conversations involving just pure happiness about how today had went; which all did not matter to you as you still did not have any viable explanation as to why you and seonghyeon seemed to be ignoring eachother throughout the entire day. why seonghyeon had been blowing you off, why he couldn’t even dare to look at you in the eye ever since your two groups had met.

from the deepest depths of your heart you had hoped it wasnt hatred. you truly did; especially since he didnt know anything about you. he dosent even know the full story. but you knew everything about him.

as a few minutes passed by, it had seemed to be that you had been yet to recieve a text message from keonho: one thing that he promised to to immediately after the meet and greet. you didnt think too much of it, as you assumed that he was probably busy; but as more and more time passed, you started to become unsure.

you briefly rummaged through your jean pockets, scrambling for your phone, only to find out that it had not been there. obviously, as you would never be as dumb enough to drop your phone whilst walking and not notice it. so that obviously left one place. the practice room; which was the only logical place as to where you could have left it.

you stood up hastily only to be stopped by your group leader, luna for the second time today.

“where are you going, its almost time to leave”, she asked.

“i just realised i forgot something in the practice room”, you answered back quickly, and with that, leaving no time for her to respond, you darted forward rapidly, making your way towards the practice room.

by the time you had gotten there, you were thankful for the fact that it wasn’t locked. but you realised that the light hadn’t been turned off, which meant that there was a high chance that someone was still in there.

from afar, you could see your phone screen lighting up with messages every few seconds, presumably from keonho. once you had reached the door, you slowly pulled the handle down and let the door creak open, only to be met with a pair of cold, tired eyes softly peering at yours. despite how innocent his gaze seemed, it was still intense, the eye contact so intimate it felt like his eye sockets were burning deeply into yours.

it was seonghyeon. sitting down; his eyes that were once staring at the ceiling staring directly at you. just you. nothing else. nobody else. you.

you felt heart burn, and your chest stiffen. feelings of confusion, admiration and anger swarmed your brain, all in one. at first you wanted to ask him what he was doing so late after hours in a practice room. you also wanted to yell at him due to all of the pent up anger that had built up inside you throughout today. or maybe, just maybe, you wanted to kiss him. but your conscience would never let you. your mind would never dare allow you to stoop so low.

you knew he was handsome, everybody knew: but you never imagined that he would look so gorgeous and ethereal up close. his milky white skin that contrasted perfectly with the bright lights of the practice room, and the way his pink plump lips parted ever so slightly with every little breath that he took whilst you and him stared at eachother. his hair framed every single inch and section of his face amazingly, matching perfectly with his cold demeanour and introverted prowess. and his choice of clothing also complimented his personality well. his singature blue redbull tee that he always wore, accompanied by loose fitting black jeans that hung perfectly on his small waist, all tied together with a shoelace replaced by a belt around his jeans, and comfortable dancing shoes that looked ever so slightly too big for his feet. it was things like this that made you remember how you became so infatuated with him; he was perfect.

inhaling a deep, deep breath of cold air, you broke eye contact with him; walking forward to collect your phone from its original place that you had left it before you guys had left. and you made sure of two things: not to look at nor talk to seonghyeon for as long as you were in there. for your own good, and for his.

once you reached for your phone, you started to make made your way out. but just as you were about to slip out, you were stopped by a shy, silent voice.

“wait”, seonghyeon beckoned.

eom seonghyeon part 2

synopsis: a few weeks after your hot new debut in global girl group “twice”, under hybe labels, you find cortis’ incredibly talented and handsome main vocalist eom seonghyeon lurking in one of the practice rooms after hours, leading to the most crazy interaction between you two that not even you yourself could imagine.

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content ideas: blackfem!idol reader, idol!seonghyeon, seonghyeon really obsessed with reader, lots of tension, reader lowkey downbad but she tries to be nonchalant

finally, the hour had reached one’ o clock. it was time. time to meet your idol crush in the flesh for the first time, ever; surrounded by hundreds of staff, and most unfortunately, hundreds of cameras.

you felt your stomach twist and your knees shrivel up, knowing that every single second that passed by, you’d be a second closer to meeting seonghyeon. you had questioned why you were going so insane. you thought to yourself, “if i’m already going crazy whilst thinking of him, how will i be able to handle myself when i’m standing in front of him?” every single negative possibility or circumstance flew through your mind like clockwork; pondering constantly on anything bad that could happen, or if you’d embarrass yourself so horribly in front of him, you’d never be able to recover. you even went so far as to practice multiple greetings in your mind, whether you should wave, smile, or even just ignore him all together. or if completely ignoring him would make your crush on him blatantly obvious to him and his members.

as you were too deeply consumed by your own thoughts to be aware of your surroundings, it took multiple shoulder pats and leg kicks for you to come back to reality and realise one of your members was trying to get your attention. she was the leader of your group, luna.

“you”ll be fine”, she spoke softly. “just smile and look natural”. she was one of the few that knew about your insane infatuation towards seonghyeon, and ever since then, she had sworn to herself, and kept it within her to keep it a secret to the best of her abilities. she always knew how to make you feel as good as you could about your crush.

like it was fate itself or just an extreme coincidence, the door flung open. five handsome, well built boys flocked into the practice room.

but, as attractive as they all were, the first thing you had noticed wasn’t them: it was that there were no cameras. and no staff. you realised that your manager constantly reaffirming and reminding everyone of staff and cameras on this specific afternoon was just a plot in order to make everyone extremely wellbehaved and obedient today.

you felt a huge weight lift off your shoulders. it was like the heavens were on your side today, granting you with the advantage of meeting the eom seonghyeon for the first time with a slightly decreased chance of pissing your pants.

after a few minutes of the two groups exchanging greetings and making tiktoks, it seemed like there was a complete seperation between you and seonghyeon. you hadn’t even uttered one word to him, he hadn’t uttered one word to you and it seemed as if he was avoiding you like the plague. this was unbeknownst to everyone but you, incredibly obvious from the fact that he had greeted and spoke to every single person in your group with the exception of you. but you didn’t think too much of it for now.

as hours flew by, you had found yourself spending most of your time with keonho, the youngest member of cortis. he had the most ethereal prince like face that contrasted well with his extreme swagger and dominant prowess. the more you felt yourself interacting with with keonho, the more you felt seonghyeons eyes flickering towards you, and the more you guys were making eyecontact.

you found it weird how he seemed to be jealous even though he made no significant efforts to interact with you or even address you. however, being the kind and considerate person you were, you had thought that maybe it was just a result of him not noticing you, especially due to the large amount of members in your group. you gave him the benefit of the doubt, and just tried to ignore it.

eom seonghyeon

synopsis: a few weeks after your hot new debut in global girl group “twice”, under hybe labels, you find cortis’ incredibly talented and handsome main vocalist eom seonghyeon lurking in one of the practice rooms after hours, leading to the most crazy interaction between you two that not even you yourself could imagine.

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content ideas: blackfem!idol reader, idol!seonghyeon, seonghyeon really obsessed with reader, lots of tension, reader lowkey downbad but she tries to be nonchalant

you had finally reached the one month mark of your official debut. you never really thought you’d make it this far, especially due to your past self skepticism of your abilities as an incredibly inexperienced trainee under the most prestigious dance companies in korea, hybe. it had been such a short time, but you felt like you had experienced it all. the stages, the constant promotions on tiktok and youtube, the interviews, being bombared by fans in public, everything. it was quite lot to stomach within the space of under four weeks.

but you hadn’t even experienced the half of it. today was the day. the day that you had been dreading the most. the day that you and your group had been scheduled to meet cortis, bighits new boygroup.

your group had been scheduled in the main rehersal room, where you guys had been awaiting cortis’ arrival. you always wondered how everyone else around you always managed to stay so calm when it came to meeting new people; especially well respected idols in the industry. you had thought that because cortis were also rookies, you should be less intimidated. but you thought wrong. you had heard about them during your trainee days, where they had debuted sixth months before you did; and they had already racked up an immense fanbase ever since then.

but there was also something else. something deep, something powerful, known by only your members that you were determined to hide. from the fans, the staff, and especially, the company.

your massive, huge crush on eom seonghyeon.

synopsis: for as long as he had ruled the school, many knew that it would take even more than an arm and a leg to win over and gain the attention of the most wanted, untouchable golden boy of haltbrook high, eom seonghyeon. but when you find him starting to take a particular interest in you that nobody has ever cared to before, you start to find yourself confused ; but incredibly eager to find out his intentions…

content: yearner!sean with nonchalant!reader, sean is really obsessed with reader hehe, reader is kinda oblivious and dumb but she comes around (THANKFULLY)

authors note: GUYSSS JSKSSJSKSK IVE NEVER WRITTEN BEFORE SO IDK IF I SHOULD MAKE THIS A LONG SERIES LMK WHAT YOU GUYS THINKKK this is just part 1

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your eyes flew open, met with the constant ringing and blaring of your alarm clock positioned to the right of your bed. after you turned if off, you draped your arms around your bedside table, picking up your phone, only to be met with the time “7:30 AM” shown on the screen, and 20 new unopened messages from your group chat. this marked the first day of a new term at haltbrook high, the most admirable school in the state. you hauled yourself out of bed, extremely disinterested in the first day of school that awaits you.

by the time that you had taken your shower, eaten breakfast and exchanged goodbyes with your mother, the time had already reached 8:00 AM. you felt that the more you were NOT looking forward to this day the faster the time would get. you even thought to take the day off, to tell your mother that you had absolutely no interest to go to school today. and you knew that if you even bothered to actually ask, she’d let you. but, due to the increased number of absences you have been racking up over the past few school weeks, you thought it would be best to salvage whatever education you had at this point. and what would be worse than abandoning your best friends on the first day of the academic year? with a sigh of your shoulders, and a rather big exhale, you took off, up and out of the door like lightning.

it was only a short fifteen minute distance from your house to the school, with all of those fifteen minutes spent overthinking everything. despite everything being the same every single school year, you still had your occasional doubts from time to time. “what if i do something embarrassing” or “what if things dont go as planned”, you had thought. just as you thought you were going to be consumed by your worries, you had finally reached it. it was like time flew by.

and there it was. the tall, grey structure that lay before you, looming over the landscape beneath it, standing intimidating and proud. every new term, you found yourself never really being able to get over the burning shock in your eyes that you would recieve from the golden, blazing sunrays everytime you would look up all the way to the top. the feeling of uncertainty and terror never seemed to fully leave your bones.

you looked around to see students flocking to the main entrance with their friends, backpacks draped over shoulders lazily, girls with handbags stashed all the way up to the brim with school books, unnaturally eager for the day that lay ahead of them. your gaze briefly scanned every corner, trying to find any possible sign or hope of finding one of your friends. but then, it was as if time has stopped.

you saw the tall, angelic slim figure before you walking out of his car. eom seonghyeon. the heartthrob, the crush magnet, the desire of surprisingly many girls in school. he had perfect grades, was adored by literally every single living and breathing soul, and was insanely athletic. you had noticed that he had gotten a new haircut this term; it was perfect, not too short but not to long, with the most glorious middle part. it suited his perfectly. his lips were slightly parted, plump, pink and beautiful; cheeks a rosy pink, complimenting his milky white skin tone perfectly, with his long lashes fluttering every two seconds as he was getting out his school bag and laying his belongings on his car boot. you always wondered how he managed to make his uniform look so good on him, everything fit him perfectly. he always seemed to make the school uniform look a million times better than it actually was. the old tattered black and navy blue uniform you wore turning into suddenly, a million dollar high fashion piece when he was wearing it (this is literally just me glazing seonghyeon atp LMAOO)

suddenly, as if it was out of pure instinct, he turned around, his sparkly, dark brown orbs meeting yours instantly. you quickly turned around, praying that he didnt notice you checking him out; knowing that he probably did.

you just got caught checking out eom seonghyeon; the king of haltbrook high.